I know I am only talking to myself. I have come to believe there is no one else worth talking to. In fact, there is no one else. I am God. Everything else is an illusion of my own making. Some would refine this to indicate there is a false self called the Ego who is the one doing the hallucinating. The real Self is aware only of itself being aware of itself being aware of itself ad infinitum. That is supposed to be the enlightened state of reality. Shit! Sounds like an infinity of eternity in hell. So I am going for the hallucination. As God, I can make it whatever I want it to be.
I read Conversations with God a couple of years ago and was impressed with the writer's delusion that he really had conversed with God. His ideas weren't bad. But I don't remember talking to him. My book is going to be about conversations with myself.
Hey Me! I'll talk to you in the morning. Okay?
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